This time the words did successfully get processed into meaning. Bruno just ignored them. He was trying to calculate the most probably successful method of coercing these two down the stairs (he had at least remembered that he meant to get them outside undetected, now) with minimal observation by the guards. This was a fairly complex set of objectives, and hinged among other things on whose power it was which was animating the Duel Monster blocking the door (review of the few seconds' worth of partial visual contact indicated with high probability that it was an Armed Ninja) in case he needed to render one of the two unconscious. He was setting several fractions of a second aside to process all this.

Just as he had nearly formulated a plan of action, the other individual (Alas...tair? Right, Alastair) began making a statement which from tone and cadence seemed to resemble an incantation. This could be a key new variable.

Bruno turned to look at Alastair as he spoke, and even as he was holding Kiryu to the floor and his eyes maintained their unsettling glow, his head cocked marginally and his expression had an almost innocent curiosity to it.

And then it was gone.

With an abortive little cry of confused pain like a bird flying into a glass door, Bruno's face went from an instant's worth of frightened shock to... sheer lifelessness. His grip on Kiryu's wrist and shoulder went slack, and he slowly crumpled to the floor beside him as the red in his eyes flickered out.